Disclaimer: House is not mine.

Rating: M for smut

Pairings: House/Cameron

Spoilers: Umm not sure but I'll say Seasons 1 and 2 just to be sure.

Important: Make sure you've read the new Chapter 9 or you won't understand what the hell is happening in this chapter.

Addiction: Chapter Ten

House opened his eyes, immediately discovering that he had been asleep on the couch, the television blaring some asinine early morning program. His watch told him that it was two-thirty in the morning, and the needle pains stabbing his leg told him that he needed Vicodin immediately. Cupping two pills to his mouth, he swallowed them with difficulty owing to his parched throat. Remembering the events of last night, he closed his eyes, willing his mind to stop showing him the image of Cameron standing by the door, close to tears.

Rubbing his eyes and switching off the TV, he stood and moved to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass he poured himself some water and gulped it down quickly. The apartment was deadly still and silent, the sky outside inky black. His undrunk coffee from last night sat on the counter, the empty boxes of Chinese sat by the sink. He ran a hand through his hair agitatedly and limped out of the kitchen to his bedroom. Stripping down to just a T-shirt and boxers, he slid under the covers. Rolling over, his last thought before falling into a restless sleep was that the pillows still smelled of her perfume.

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Cameron sat in her car in the car park of PPTH, determined not to let anyone notice anything different about her that day. Of course, she herself could see that her eyes lacked their normal lustre and had bags under them (she hadn't been able to sleep last night). She stepped out of her car and walked into the hospital resolutely.

Entering the conference room, she went over to the kitchenette to brew some coffee as usual, and then walked into House's office to sort his mail. She had decided that it would extremely childish, not to mention glaringly obvious to anyone else that something was up, if she didn't organize his mail as she always did. She almost jumped out of her skin however, to find House himself sitting in his office chair playing his Gameboy.

He ignored her presence completely, so she said curtly, "If you want me to sort your mail, you have to move."

Without looking up, he said calmly, "You'll still sort my mail? How professional of you."

Crossing her arms, she said, "I suppose so. Are you going to get up or not? There are some gels I could be running instead."

Switching off his Gameboy, House finally looked up at her. Apart from the bags under her eyes, she seemed totally unaffected by what had happened the night before. He stood and limped up to her until there were only a few inches separating them. Cameron moved to step away, but he held her arm and made her look at him. Up close, he could immediately see that he was wrong. There was one other clue that last night had affected her. Her eyes had a strange dullness to them that he had never seen before.

He continued to look into her eyes, until she wrenched her arm out of his grip and looked away. Moving past him, she sat down in his chair and picked up a pile of referral letters. He watched her for a moment before turning and going out into the conference room. Sitting down in a chair, he waited for the other two ducklings to show up.

Foreman swept in a few minutes later, followed by Chase, and took their seats at the table. House was tapping his cane against the carpet pensively, and Foreman cleared his throat before saying, "We don't have any new cases. We just went to ask Cuddy."

"Dang. Oh well, the clinic beckons," he said flatly, pulling his nametag out of his pocket and tossing it to Chase.

"Why do I always have to do it?" Chase grumbled. "Foreman should do it this time."

"Because your tie makes me want to hurl, so I thought I'd better get you out of here before that happens," House replied scathingly.

Shaking his head, Chase stood and left for the clinic. House ignored Foreman and got up to leave the conference room too. As he passed his office, he saw Cameron still busily sorting through the pile of mail. He sighed and continued along the corridor, not entirely sure where he was going.

He ended up standing on the roof, resting his forearms on the ledge, the breeze ruffling his hair slightly. This was stupid. He couldn't seem to bring himself to apologise to her. Both times he had been about to, he had chickened out. What got to him though was Cameron didn't appear to be angry, just disappointed. That further proved what he had known all along. He wasn't good enough for her. He was only good at hurting her.

But he still didn't want to give up. Besides, cartoons were funnier with her.

He left the roof and went back to his office. She was gone, his mail all sorted. He made his way to the lab, remembering her saying something about running gels.

Gripping the cold metal handle, he pushed the glass door open and went inside the lab. She was over by the desk writing something down. He knew that she had heard him enter because her shoulders stiffened a little and she paused before continuing to write fervently.

After a few minutes passed, he looked down at his sneakers, he said almost inaudibly, "Sorry."

She continued to write, and he thought maybe she hadn't heard him, but she suddenly put her pen down. Still facing away from him, she said softly, "What you did was pretty low."

He looked up at her, but remained silent.

She turned slowly and looked at him, before sighing and saying, "Don't do it again. I won't forgive you as fast if there's a next time."

Cameron wondered if it was wise to run straight back into his arms after what he had done, but she recognised his effort to apologise (which was a big deal coming from him). Anyway, she wasn't ready to let go of this new thing they had started, and she was fairly sure that he didn't want to either.

They stared at each other for a moment, before Cameron turned back to her notes. A moment later she heard once again the swish of the lab door shutting.

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Cameron changed into her nightgown and pulled on a robe after soaking in a relaxing bath. Padding back into her living room, she took down a large medical journal from her bookshelf. Curling up on her couch, she had just started to read when someone knocked on the door. Thinking to herself that it had sounded oddly like wood on wood, she pulled the door open to find House standing there.

"House?" she said.

"That's me," he replied.

He stepped past her, coming inside and shutting the door before swiftly pulling her towards him and kissing her hard. She kissed him back, and opened her mouth, allowing his tongue entry. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer still, while she suckled on his tongue, causing him to moan. He nipped, licked and sucked at her neck before sliding her robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

"Bed," he growled in her ear before pulling her earlobe into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue.

She led the way, and as soon as they reached the bed, he pushed her down and climbed on top of her. She started to hastily undo the button of his shirt before pushing it off his shoulders. She lifted up his shirt, scraping his sides lightly with her fingernails, making him groan. He lifted off her nightgown and leant down to take her nipple in his mouth. She gasped and slid her fingers through his hair. He did the same to the other before she flipped him over onto his back and started to undo his pants. Once again he appeared to shift uncomfortably, but she kept going, motioning for him to lift his hips as she slid his pants and boxers down.

When she licked the tip of his length, he almost came up off the bed, forgetting momentarily about his leg. She squeezed him and then took him into her mouth. He shut his eyes firmly and threw his head back onto the pillow. She moved her mouth up and down, until he knew he had to stop her before he exploded right then and there. He tugged on her hair and she released him and looked up. He pulled her up and kissed her, before pushing her onto her back and pulling her underwear off. She closed her eyes as he slid two fingers inside her to check that she was ready for him. He curled his fingers in and she inhaled sharply before watching as he pulled his fingers out and licked her fluid off them.

He positioned himself over her, then pounded into her, which she met with equally forceful thrusts of her hips. She breathed his name as he thrust inside her, hitting the right spots. Her hot, throbbing walls massaged him until he exploded into her, grunting her name. He managed to roll off her before he crushed her and lay back breathing heavily.

When their breathing was more regular, Cameron turned to look at him and saw that his eyes were closed. A content smile played across her lips as she slid under the covers and closed her eyes. House moved next to her and pulled her to him. She kissed his hand and closed her eyes. House fell asleep a moment later.

TBC...

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